Page 48 of More Than a Friend
“You deserve the best, baby. I’m going to make sure you get it.”
Ava attacks my mouth in a greedy kiss. Her tongue sweeps against mine, and she tastes like sour gummy worms and thestrawberry sparkling water she drank. I’m able to just barely hold back my groan as our kiss escalates, and she nips at my lip.
“Ava, we can’t get carried away, sweetheart. I don’t want to wake up the kids.”
“I can be quiet,” she whines.
I snort. “No, baby. You can’t.”
“You can. Let me make you feel good, please.”
God, she sounds so eager. I want to let her. I want to let her press me up against this wall and finger me, but then I wouldn’t want to leave without returning the favor.
“Save it for next weekend. I’m spending the weekend here, okay? We can trade as many orgasms as we can handle.”
Ava’s face turns mopey. “Fine. You’re right. But I’m holding you to the orgasm promise. It doesn’t feel the same when it’s my fingers.”
An image of Ava with her fingers in her panties, writhing on the bed frustrated she can’t quite get there flashes through my head and makes me smirk.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll help you soon,” I coo. “But I have to go.”
“Text me when you get home?”
“Of course.”
Begrudgingly, I leave the woman I’m head over heels in love with.
When I get home and text Ava, I’m rewarded with a picture of her silhouette in the fogged up mirror of her bathroom. It’s too blurry to make out anything other than vague shapes, but I already know what her body looks like naked. I know what she feels tastes like.
Yeah, next weekend can’t come soon enough.
Chapter 23
Ava
I know some peoples’relationships with their parents become strained when they leave the church, but so far that hasn’t been the case for me.
My parents were confused and a little hurt when I told them I was divorcing Shea and leaving the church. In the end, they just wanted to make sure I was supported and they were able to be part of my kids’ life. As their only child and the mom of their only grandchildren, I think they’d rather have me around than fight a losing battle.
I lucked out with them living less than forty minutes away. Mom’s able to come over in an emergency, and we can go over for dinner every so often, but it’s not so close we see each other too often.
Mom wanted the kids to come over and make sugar cookies today, and we could use a variation in our normal Saturday routine, so I agreed.
After breakfast, we load into the car and head south from Salt Lake to Draper.
Usually, driving this way would send a pang of sadness through me. I miss the townhouse I made into a home. I chose everything from the paint colors to the tile to the furniture, and I had to leave it all behind when I moved out. Shea’s parents were gracious enough to gift us the down payment when we got married, so it was a no-brainer who would get it when we divorced.
With the new developments with Skylar, I don’t feel the same sense of melancholy. I feel… free.
I’m moving on from my past life and creating a new one that feels right. I don’t understand why it took me so long to realize my real feelings.
Well, Idoknow, but it’s still frustrating.
Zoe chatters the whole way to my mom’s about her new favorite TV character and her friends at daycare. She tells me all about how they let her use glitter for the first time unsupervised last week and how she’s so proud because she didn’t spill a drop.
Gus is quiet, as usual. He told me this morning he’s ready to sleep in his own bed again. I’m equal parts relieved and worried. I don’t want him to feel like I’m forcing him out.
My mom and dad are on their porch waiting for us when we pull into the driveway.
